Chapter 638: Cold-hearted

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Chapter 638: Cold Heart
"This is shameless? There are even more shameless ones, my master Lord Wuzhu, do you want to try?" Qin Ming wants this effect. The funeral witch master is too calm, calm and scary, we must use some extreme methods. Disturbing her state of mind can find opportunities to expand the results. He flipped across the body in a volley, his feet whistling like iron rods, and continuously drew towards the head of the buried flower witch lord, forcing her to dodge backwards.
"Miscellaneous account!" The burial witch master was angry, and all the spiritual power that had just accumulated was gathered in the palm of his hand, turning into blood, blocking Qin's life.
"Oh!"
The fist palms blasted, 90,000 blows, and the blood of the burial witch lord was crushed and smashed firmly on her wrist, and the crackling bone cracking was particularly harsh. The right arm of the buried flower witch bounced off like an electric shock, and his body was implicated and lost his balance. In fact, her counter-attack power was not as useful as Blood Clothes, but Qin Ming's sudden move really stimulated her and messed up.
Despicable, but works! Qin Ming can't control that much, he must mess up the burial witch master. He waved his wings, quickly and nimblely, chasing after victory, chasing and retiring the flower witch master, forcing him to retreat, and was exhausted.
After a series of thirty onslaughts, the final punch was hit the blood cloak on her chest.
The blood gas sprayed thinly, and the air wave hit.
Qin Ming was shaken back, his nose and mouth were bleeding, and the burial witch master was also shaken back and flew out.
Qin Ming waved his wings to control the body forcibly, and appeared next to the burial witch master like lightning. Before she landed, she grabbed the white jade neck, soared into the sky, and turned directly into a 360-degree flip. Turned her and hit the ground. Such a rude and brutal way, let alone the high-burial burial witch master, other women have to be crazy.
With a muffled sound, the entire body of the burial witch master was attached to the ground, cracking the ground and dust.
A series of onslaughts were made in one go and wild and powerful. Qin Ming interpreted his experience and strength to the extreme.
The burial witch master was dizzy and bumped slightly to support his body.
Qin Ming fell from the sky, and he pressed it up, hugged her from behind, his hands and feet tightened tightly.
The burial witch master burned in anger, what happened again? !!
"Master Witch, you are in great shape."
"Shameless, get away."
"Have you touched a man for so many years?"
"I'm going to frustrate you."
"Master Witch Lord, it seems you said it, the more you shout, the more you look weak."
The two bodies were entangled together, and Qin Ming looked like an octopus, entangled her limbs, tossed left and right in the dead soil, rolled to this side, and then flung over there, a provocation and a scream.
Xiaozu woke up again, woke up very punctually, and looked eagerly. This kid is addicted? Not once, then again, let's take advantage of it in the name of fighting. This woman was touched by him! If it hadn't been for the clothes, they could have gotten together.
"I don't kill you, I'm a witch master." The funeral witch master was full of killing intentions. This chaotic fight made her mood chaos and struggled hard, but how could her power escape Qin's life.
"Really?" Qin Ming wasn't as hurt as he was on the island this time, and now he was full of vitality and strength. He found the right time in the scuffle, snarled, raised his arms violently, clicked, and the master was The tightly tightened arm was dislocated, and it was almost removed from the shoulder.
The severe pain made the body of the funeral witch taut. The sweat of the bean covered her cheeks, her eyes shook with pain, and she also shaken out a thorough killing. She forcibly turned her head, glaring at Qin Ming, her chest and abdomen twitched, and her throat Rolling, a horrible blood surged into the cavity. She was tossed for such a while, and the blood Dan in her body was refined again, and was called by her again, this time, several times stronger than just now.
not good! Qin Ming was startled, and he had to avoid it subconsciously, but ... it was too late. His eyes moved slightly, his mouth opened and pressed down, and he even met the red lips of the burial witch master.
For a moment, the mountain forest seemed to be quiet. A man and a woman were entangled in weird postures, their mouths and mouths were backlogged together, and they looked at each other constantly.
"Hmm ..." Xiaozu's eyes widened, ha, promising! This is so promising! What about the tongue? Stretch! Reach out, make that volume harder, haha!
The burial witch master had accumulated the blood in her mouth, and she just stopped, looking at the eyes near her, feeling the warmth in her mouth, and a thick gasp, she really choked. At this moment, it seemed to freeze, and it seemed like a long time passed. But after all, the burial witch master is the burial witch master, and his eyes suddenly return to Qingming, but ... late ...
Qin Ming's hands clasped her head at an unknown time. At the moment of her return, she staggered, clicked, and the crisp sound echoed in the woodland. The extreme explosive force was dislocated to both sides and twisted her. neck.
The pupil of the buried flower witch shrank, her body moved unnaturally, slowly softened under Qin Ming's body, and the blood in her mouth subsided silently.
"You ..." Xiaozu opened his mouth slightly, looked up at Qin Ming, and looked at the burial witch master. "Have you really gone?"
Qin Ming slowly relaxed her hands and let go of her head and lips ...
The head of the buried flower witch crooked weakly in the soil, and his body was gradually softened, and there was no movement.
"I'm talking to you, you kissed and kissed you?" Xiaozu jumped and jumped, just scared it just now.
Qin Ming ignored Xiaozu, was cold and alert, his eyes were cold like ice cubes. He reached down and held the jade neck of the buried flower witch master, tempted her heartbeat, and stared at her slightly closed eyes for a while.
do you died?
Others, you should not be able to survive if you come this way, but the owner of the funeral witch is saint martial art, high-grade saint martial art, is it so easy to die?
Qin Ming loosened her soft body. To be on the safe side, he pulled out the sword from the space, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and cut the round knife to her head. "See you die."
"Ha! You're out of luck." Suddenly Xiaozu left a sentence, and he went back again.
In a moment of life and death, the severed neck of the burial witch creaked and suddenly healed. Her stunned eyes suddenly opened her mouth, spit out, and a petal suddenly shot, striking the sword with precision.
Pretend to be dead? Qin Mingmu condensed.
Bang!
A monstrous blood burst in the depths of the mountain forest, the monstrous blood, shaking the woods, soared to the sky nearly 100 meters.
Qin Ming flew out, as if struck by a ground dragon. His bones were misplaced, and a blood spurted out. He flew far away with his blood, hitting a low stone mountain, his body was stiff, and he almost passed Get angry.
The burial witch master slowly got up, his eyes were cold and quiet, like a quiet lake, his shoulders returned to the place with an unnatural click. The speed of the refinement of Xuedan in her body is accelerating, and more and more blood is released. Her Shengwei is recovering and her strength is recovering.
She survived the initial weakness.
If it wasn't for Qin Ming's 'despicable' means, it might be faster.
Qin Ming took the blood from his mouth and stood up from the rubble. "It's a pity, it's almost there."
"It's a pity that you never have a chance again." The burial witch master put on a cloak, covered the blood cloak, walked the blood gas and dust mist, the slim hand held forward, and a large number of petals fluttered from his fingertips, and instantly condensed into A blood sword, piercing with cold, blood burning like flames, filled with terrible killing power. The petals kept floating out of the hand, and the blood swords continued to flow into the sword. The sword became more and more powerful, and the coldness of death could be felt far away.
"That may not be so." Qin Ming spread his wings and rushed deep into the mountain.
The funeral witch master swallowed all the remaining blood dans, and stepped up into the air step by step, starting to kill Qin Ming. Her martial arts are working, her spiritual power is melting, her breath is getting stronger and stronger, and she will be able to kill Qin Ming into even if it is thousands of meters away. Qin Ming, see where you run!